Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.